My first recollection of life was "Hey Jude" on the car radio
I thought that was the coolest thing I'd ever heard
But at three years of age how much living have you really done
And from experiences what have I learned?
Looking through electric blue
Then I was ushered through The Seventies
Outside a world in turmoil, inside me a battle raged
As this introvert digested all that he's seen and heard
And at decade's end was coming of age
Still looking through electric blue
So came The Eighties and poser's dues were due
This dilettante joined an air band every Saturday night
Loved'em and left'em
Does that light have to be so bright?
Still looking through electric blue
Through the Nineties and as the Millennium approached
things seemed out of place
Kids seeing things through a kaleidoscope
A change of guard I suppose but I don't leave my post
willingly, but I do leave a legacy in my poem tome
Still looking through electric blue
I forgot to mention the most important event
And before I close it must be said
That even though one day I will die
I will not be dead
Now looking (with a new perspective) though electric blue
Life is a biograph in the making,
As one page ends,
Another is beginning.
Though people are transient,
In one’s real-life prose,
One can only wonder,
Which way the wind blows.
Love’s lost and love again,
Will ensue till this epic’s end,
Each page is seemingly,
More significant than the past
And some pages one hopes would forever last,
Some are ghastly, horrible at best,
Would it be more palatable?
Just to skip to the P.S.
Christopher
Thoughtful, tough, passionate, loyal
Brother of Megan
Lover of novels, chocolate, and Chloe
Who feels confused, loved, but still lonely
Who fears insignificance, failing loved ones, and the after
Who would like to see Rome, Tokyo, and my children grow old and happy
Resident of Cleveland, Ohio (it really does rock).
Kane, Jr.
His logos, oh, God had photographed
and made young Jesus his negative!
That, for us to see, to paragraph
it in life, so our souls, be received.
But what’s faith does to my biograph
that my blooming illusions believed?
His logos, oh, God had photographed
and made young Jesus his negative!
Faith is like snowflake, a calligraph,
on fingertips of my thoughts that give
a paragon of virtue to live,
a subjective plot upon a graph;
His logos, oh, God had photographed
and made young Jesus his negative!
Warhol’s pop
culture art
cann'd
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